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damn - pinkblxxd lyrics

[intro]
you got a problem with that, n*gga?!
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, yuh
ni*n*gga?!
d*mn–
you got a problem with that, n*gga?!
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, yuh, ay*ay

[verse 1]
top 3 b*tches in my f*cking phone
why*why everybody tryna get me? b*tch, leave me alone (yuh)
b*tch, i’m bipolar than a b*tch you can tell by my tone
stack the bl!ck like legos, i make bands not the pesos
n*gga, f*ck a halo, b*tch, i’m a fee and i take blow
n*gga, f*ck a halo, b*tch, i’m a fee and i take–
n*gga*n*gga, f*ck a halo, b*tch, i’m a fee and i take blow
taking all the morphine, n*gga, where the f*ck my vape go?
pourin’ up that purple drank, i pour up with some faygo
taking all the morphine, n*gga, where the f*ck my vape go?
pourin’ up that purple drank, i pour up with some faygo

[verse 2]
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, yuh
all i say is “d*mn” cuz all these b*tches are some hoes
if i f*cking have a daughter, she better not be a whole negro
i don’t want a thot daughter, i don’t want to see her toes
a n*gga will see, we’ll never know
b*tch, this my life to live i chose
i go all black like i’m a crow
b*tch chooses, i’ll f*ckin’ froze
take off yo’ sh*t, my d*ck arose
n*gga, you a b*tch, yo’ p*ssy shows
b*tch, on my life i make the most
b*tch on the niche, showin’ elbows
n*gga a pedo, he exposed
better run like cheetah
met me at my lowest, n*gga, i am peter
remember playing the ps vita
i love my fans shoutout [?] and [?]
i’m doing evil sh*t, i’m beheading n*ggas in costa rica (yah)
steppin’ on that f*ck*n*gga’s head, treat that sh*t just like it’s fifa
n*gga, i always win
got a bag of these xan’s
n*gga, she throwin’ with no hands
n*gga, i rock in truey pants
the n*gga f*cked, that sh*t don’t dance
f*ck that sh*t, don’t need no cam
if life fnaf, i got the cam
b*tch, i smoke green eggs and ham
[verse 3]
yuh, ay, ay, ay (five night’s at freddy’s)
ate bro’ money (b*tch)
f*ck that sh*t, i get the money, b*tch
they called us swisher [?], they called us “little muddy kids” (yuh)
we ridin’ bikes, my n*gga, called us “little toughy kids” (yuh)
there was a fat ass n*gga, he a little tubby kid
why hit my mom?, we seen the back and she was suckin’ d*ck
he was so p*ssed off, n*gga, he couldn’t take the f*cking kids
he caught that n*gga lacking, now that n*gga a f*ckin’ snitch

[outro]
yuh
i could never f*ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i*i could– i could never f*ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i*i could– i could never f*ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i*i could– i could never f*ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’

- pinkblxxd lyrics

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